My camera, loyal companion through thick and thin...
is no more.
It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. It is a late camera. It's a stiff. Bereft of life it rests in peace. Its electronic processes are of interest only to archaeologists. It's hopped the twig. It's shuffled off this mortal coil. It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. It...is an ex-camera.
It is very sad, and I'm not looking forward to buying a new one (even though it wasn't terribly expensive, still...I'd rather keep the 90 bucks in my pocket, you know?)
In archaeological news today was "Thank goodness my father made me work construction with him" day. Backfill day. Bobcat day. Spent 4 hours tearing around the site returning the site (more or less) the way we found it. You know...except for the giant packed dirt areas it looks pretty much the same. I'd do a photo comparison, but ... my camera you see.
My hands still feel like they're vibrating.
Tomorrow Ben and I have a 2 day canoe trip down the Little Miami for clay gathering. Yes, in 14 short hours we'll hoist the jolly roger and terrorize those fair waters. Yarrrrr.
Welcome to Undead Naked Archaeology
Alright, a quick introduction, scroll down for actual posts:
This is where I'll update what I'm up to in the field, post pictures, or just vent about how much I hate poison ivy.
Why Undead Naked Archaeology? It's pretty simple really...I like zombies. But also, archaeologists have a bunch of striking similarities to zombies.
We often are dressed in tattered/worn clothing. We frequently smell bad. I in particular tend to speak in grunts (especially in the morning). Often as the heat scrambles our brains we shamble about muttering incoherently. We crave delicious brains. We also swarm like zombies...in a phase I archaeology project we're scattered widely, low density (just like a stage I zombie outbreak). When something shows up...we go to phase II. Denser...and with more of us. Again, like a zombie outbreak reaching stage II. Finally, as we find "stuff" supervisors and technicians alike come out of the woodwork to absolutely flood the field with zombies. I mean archaeologists. Mmm stage/phase III.
As for the "naked" part...well it just sounds cool...that's all. "Undead Naked Archaeology" sounds like those lame "co-ed naked xyx" shirts. So I'm kind of making fun of myself...I do that sometimes.
Posts below!
This is where I'll update what I'm up to in the field, post pictures, or just vent about how much I hate poison ivy.
Why Undead Naked Archaeology? It's pretty simple really...I like zombies. But also, archaeologists have a bunch of striking similarities to zombies.
We often are dressed in tattered/worn clothing. We frequently smell bad. I in particular tend to speak in grunts (especially in the morning). Often as the heat scrambles our brains we shamble about muttering incoherently. We crave delicious brains. We also swarm like zombies...in a phase I archaeology project we're scattered widely, low density (just like a stage I zombie outbreak). When something shows up...we go to phase II. Denser...and with more of us. Again, like a zombie outbreak reaching stage II. Finally, as we find "stuff" supervisors and technicians alike come out of the woodwork to absolutely flood the field with zombies. I mean archaeologists. Mmm stage/phase III.
As for the "naked" part...well it just sounds cool...that's all. "Undead Naked Archaeology" sounds like those lame "co-ed naked xyx" shirts. So I'm kind of making fun of myself...I do that sometimes.
Posts below!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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